#csa trigger warning
I long for a darkness only found in my childhood home. The basement buried deep in the soil surrounded by the forest’s roots. Cold brick walls felt safe when everything else was so scary. The basement was a bomb shelter protecting me from the war happening above. Plates being thrown through the air couldn’t reach me deep in the earth. No hands could touch me when I was cradled by the dirt. I just want to go back
My body is not made just for sex. It’s made for dancing, hugging my dog, and smiles. My worth is not in my sex appeal.
Y’all ever just have some crazy ass trauma related dreams?
